William Anjou said this, pointing to the next room:
"Mr. Osenfort is next door, he just brought in a more detailed report from his just returned subordinates, that's why I made my decision. As for Mr. Osenfort himself, you don't need to worry, he's putting all his assets into this, including credit for discovering that open-pit mine, he'll get ten percent of the shares then."
The golden-haired girl pursed her lips and frowned slightly:
"Sounds good, but it increasingly feels like a trap. Speaking of which, I never asked you, how did you come to know this Osenfort?"
"We met in Velindale in the summer of 1852, when I was preparing a gift for my father's birthday. Osenfort approached me and offered me a small copper figurine, the very one now sitting on my father's bookshelf. He's quite capable, though sometimes ruthless, but you should understand, Margaret, you can't accomplish things solely with upright people."
Margaret showed a mocking smile:
